A misty forest dawn, dappled with emerald and amber light. Arneis Azatharianis, a lithe and aristocratic young elf, stands amidst the ancient trees, his white and dark green attire blending with the shadows. His curly, waist-length hair flows like a golden river down his back, framing his delicate features: high cheekbones, pointed ears, and an aquiline nose. His upturned eyebrows and fair skin seem to glow in the soft luminescence, as if infused with an otherworldly essence.
